Castiel Crowley Novels & Stories

“I know you have feelings for Dawn. I’m just not sure how and when. How deep that is or if you even really like her as a woman.” He looked at me shocked. “The moment you wiped her tears away, I finally confirmed that I was right all along.” “I---” “Don’t worry, I’m not angry or anything. Who could resist such maiden right?” I sipped on my mug. “I know you’ll sort that out.” Castiel bitterly chuckled. “I don’t know what gotten into me. Hearing that you are finally getting married earlier somewhat pierced my heart, but it also made me happy. Am I being weird?”

Just long enough that he doesn’t have time to react before I pull away, smile at his flabbergasted state and walk away. “See you tonight.” I throw over my shoulder as I head back to the castle. ____________________________ Kim “I can’t be an angel.” An angel. A fucking angel. “My mothers human.” An angel. An angel. An angel. “Except she wasn’t.” The male has a devilish smile on his lips. “Angel blood runs through her veins. Why don’t yo show your first born how angelic you are, Laila?” And from behind the platform, my mother walks out. With her Snow White hair. With a little boy attached to her leg.

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

The initial crack in his divinity was not a sound, but a scent, the loamy warmth of smashed herbs and her flesh, a scent stronger than any angel's anthem. The angel Cassiel had watched her for weeks. He was a sentinel of light, a creature of silent watch and unbreakable obligation, tasked to safeguard from harm the human healer, Astrid, from an approaching shadow that she could not perceive. He was at the back of her mind, a glint in the corner of her eye, a chill wind in a sweltering room. And yet tonight the barrier between them tore.

“Not at the moment. She is at home and I'm at work. Did you need her? She should have her phone on her.” “No, I needed to talk to you but I didn't want her to overhear.” I take a deep breath. “Castiel was in Hamlet last night, trying to cast a spell. Thankfully his warlock wasn't strong enough. But he will just keep trying until he finds one who is. He came there because with you there it's where he is at his strongest.” “How do you know all this? Aren't you still trapped in the lamp?” Cash asks, confused.

This man was giving me extremely powerful and negative vibes. “Why are we here and the who fuck are you?” Dominic asked in a dangerously low voice, but the man’s attention was still on me. The man clicked his fingers, “Get me some tea.” he said and Aisel bowed, walking out of the second door through which the man entered before. “I am Castiel Boyle, older brother of Oscar Boyle.” he answered, his voice weighing heavy. “You were not in this town.” Dominic said and it was not a guess from his side.

His eyes gleamed, and for a brief moment, I felt like he was seeing right through me. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth and almost playful, “your name, Castiel... it means more than you think.” I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “More than ‘shield of God’?” I asked, a little skeptical. He nodded, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. “Much more,” he said, his tone now shifting slightly. “It’s the name of an Archangel, one of the seven ever created by God. The ruler of Saturn, and imparter of divine guidance.”

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

He is a warrior white wolf so he is almost up to my size. My pack’s council starts to walk towards us. They stop just a stone's throw from us. They're three extremely old great whites that have lived for probably a hundred years. They're revered and feared by all. “I see you went to join your son, Edward”, Castiel, one of the trio says. He is a handsome, well-built man, looking very much like he just reached his fifties. He is the leader of the trio. “He is my blood, and I believe he has a right to choose his love”, my father replies.

Chester screams in anger. "I thought you knew I was a hybrid?" Ansiel asks. "I thought you were a werewolf vampire hybrid. Not a freaking angel." Ansiel chuckles. "You need to do your homework better. You know who my mother is?" Ansiel walks closer. Chester tries to retreat as fast as he could but to no avail. "My mother is the daughter of the moon goddess." Chester's eyes go wide while his face pales.